Eyes open Counting the hours Hot flash Mental whiplash Grating nerves My heart is going to pop. (When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray) Was it because their father left me? Or because he tried to die? Is it because…
Category: Marathon Poem
Mustang (Prompt 1)
Not in sand hills or winding mountains Sharp turns like a voice that’s more like a knife Winding I lose traction on the ice and I fear Damage Tried to grow a new version of you Forgot where I planted – forgot to water Maybe…
Hour 2- C Antidote Recipe
Ingredients: Love Kindness acceptance prayer perseverance Method: Preheat love to 200 degrees celcious to remain consistent. Add Kindness and acceptance to generate positivity no matter the outcome. Mix in prayer for hope to mould into faith. Finally spread on perseverance to not be discouraged and…
Bop the weight – hour 3, prompt 3
How do I get rid of weight? I shovel food, and stay up late binge watch my favorite sitcom don’t bug me if my game is on and then I sleep till noon, not fun pretty soon the day is gone. My middle, see is…
Into an Abyss (Poem 2)
Into an abyss, I fall Red and black shadow my mind For sanity has departed Senses of realism turns horrid I shake, I stir I moan, I tremble In a forgotten realm Blood pounding in my veins Urging to kill, feed, and bathe With eternal…
3. Is this too meta?
Poetry is a thing with rules. More guidelines than actual rules rhyme this, rhythm that, make sure it has some kind of flow, goddammit, if it doesn’t you’re a hack and you can’t follow the simple rules. tell me tell me tell me Tell me…
Run(hour 1) by Mrs. J
Has anyone ever paid attention to how Forest Gump run? One may say in the beginning he was trained to run out of fear to to protect himself and stay out of trouble Another may say but by time he got older he ran with…
Shakti
If you are not famous, it is the fault of an ignorant social order, You are the primordial, the all-pervasive and omnipotent; Revered and respected, worshipped and venerated, I have known you closely. Acquaintance is more a matter of experience than of proximal, tangible contact
Awake!
I’m sitting here at three in the morning, Clock’s ticking and the house is sleeping , Three hours until the sun will rise , Three hours until my sons will slide, With slippered feet downstairs And ask me to make pancakes. And still my sleep…
A SINGLE GRAIN
If we can’t fill tiny stomach, let us try to save one single grain that made tiny stomach drain. If we can’t make tiny face happy, let us try to be a clown that will make their sadness down. If we can’t take care of…